Lost Transmissions from the Deep

Transmission 47-82: "Hey, did you hear that hum last night? Something about it felt... familiar, ya know? Reminded me of Dad's old radio." - Somewhere, trench coats and their inevitable crescendo.

Transmission 19-C: "They found the squares in the void again. Pictures from an age without smartphones. Who needs dopamine when you've got Polaroids hanging in memory's attic?” - Reflections off the moon, distant echoes.

Transmission Zeta: "Last week, I walked the path down to Copper Hill. It's like the dust whispered secrets my phone never did." - Oak trees and their annual testament.